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... with its impossible sky dissolved like smoke. The tree, the roots, the pulsing heart beneath my hands, all of it vanished in an instant.
I found myself standing in my childhood home. The cramped apartment in Graystone Park where Kimiko and I had lived before Luka entered our lives.
The peeling wallpaper. The water stain on the ceiling. The smell of cheap ramen and poverty.
And there, sitting at our kitchen table with her back to me, was my mother.
"Satori," she sa ...
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